Novel & Cerita Son Of Nyx

His little fists clenched the air, eyes burning like coal embers, with no white in them. “No,” I whispered brokenly as I stumbled towards them, struggling against the wind pushing me back. “He is the heir,” A smooth voice suddenly said, from no direction in particular. “The darkness to her light. The son of Nyx. The one who will tip the scales.” Fear coiled in my chest like a living thing. “You’re wrong,” I whispered, trying to force my way forward.but the ground beneath me was no longer solid. It shifted, black liquid creeping toward me.

I heard her cries from across the room and watched the pack deny her help. I watched her get up. That part stayed with me longer than I expected it to. She is strong. “Who is she?” I ask my Beta, Cain, who accompanied me to Ashveil. “Lyra Thorne,” he whispered. “She is an omega and an orphan. She has no family in the pack.” “What was Godric’s reaction?” I inquired. A pause. “He seemed pleased.” “I wonder why.” He should know his son is making a mistake. Why didn't he stop him?

“An Alpha?” her brows knit together. ‘This doesn’t make sense.’ Nyx mutters. ‘We are the last female Alpha. There can’t be two of us.’ “Who are you parents?” “My father was a man called Axle Clarkson. I don’t know my mother’s name. My father told me stories that she was from a powerful family but said she was never ready to be a mother. He convinced her to carry me to term and said he would raise me alone.”

Nyx whispered, "To us, you will always be unbeatable and sacred. But I hate your son. I don't think he's worth the danger you're facing." Reginald chuckled. "He is worth it, because he's the successor that many old veterans from Holtrien and I painstakingly cultivated. He carries the bloodline of The Veiled Faction within him, and in the future, he'll become the king of all the shadows, darkness, and underworld. At that time, even you will have to submit at his feet." Nyx was shocked, "Your son has the bloodline of the Veiled Faction? H-How is that possible? This kind of thing simply cannot happen."

My mind couldn’t catch up. One second, Nyx was peeling me apart like threads from old silk— The next, he stepped into the clearing. My father. A ghost wrapped in flesh. A myth reborn. His voice slammed through the air like a war drum. “Get your hands off my daughter.” Nyx stilled. For the first time… The god of night hesitated. “You shouldn’t be here,” Nyx said quietly, their voice tight with something that sounded disturbingly close to unease.

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

"Why do I feel something is up with all of this? Sylvia hasn't been that much of a mother figure to Nyx. Besides she sent forces to bundle her daughter home because she too is power blinded and wants to perform the ritual at all cost with her daughter's blood. What makes you think that all is well, Miss Pendleton?" "You are right again Narek, nothing is okay about all of this. Sylvia has Nyx now and won't let her go because today is the day she fulfils her destiny. Nyx was born as a result of the prophecy which must take place no matter what. She is the only ticket to the restoration of the Sorcery clan. The only key to obtain power above all other mythical beings and to keep the Sorcery cla

Not because we’d go out in a blaze of glory, but because when we made that final, insane, suicidal push for victory, I might just hang back a bit and let them all go on ahead. Nyx stood, gazing up at the elf. “No.” He shook his head. He hadn’t been the same since he’d been possessed. He was shaken and twitchy, unable to focus on what people were saying. “No, no.” He began walking towards his giant mother. Claire and Flossie moved to stop him, but I called them back. “Let him go. He’ll be safer here.” They were reluctant to listen to me (no change there), but it wasn’t like we were headed anywhere better. Nyx Hura’nyx, seventh son of the seventh litter, was taking a break from the adventuring

(Prince Nyx POV) “I always considered us to be unfortunate because we were not able to find our mate. But now I understand it’s because the Lord wants us together” Hasya said as I rolled my eyes. ‘If the Lord wants us together then he would have made us mates’ I wanted to say but I held my tongue. I promised my father I will not speak anything improper against her. I am Prince Nyx, the 2nd son to King Knox and the next King to the planet of Zylians. I am currently 21 and mateless.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.